If ever I said in grief or pride, I'd tired of honest things, I lied. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Grief Copy Share Image
Martyred many times must be Who would keep his country free. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Country Copy Share Image
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Beauty in all things-no, we cannot hope for that; but some place set apart for it. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Four seasons Copy Share Image
“I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Death Copy Share Image
A ghost in marble of a girl you knew Who would have loved you in a day or two. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Ghost Copy Share Image
“So come on out, my dear old sweet Sister, - & we'll open our oysters together.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Absence Copy Share Image
After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished? — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
On and on eternally Shall your altered fluid run, Bud and bloom and go to seed; But your singing days are done — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Please don't think me negligent or rude. I am both, in effect, of course, but please don't think me either. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
let geese Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release From dusty bondage into luminous air. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Flower Copy Share Image
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Beautiful Copy Share Image
“ Ebb I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Heart Copy Share Image
Need we say it was not love, Now that love is perished? — Edna St. Vincent Millay Love Copy Share Image
Lord I do fear / Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Beautiful Copy Share Image
Set the foot down with distrust on the crust of the world - it is thin. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Distrust Copy Share Image
Strange how few, After alls said and done, the things that are Of moment. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Darkness Copy Share Image
Father, I beg of Thee a little task To dignify my days, 'tis all I ask. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Life isn't all beer and skittles; few of us have touched a skittle in years. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Beer Copy Share Image
I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Advice Copy Share Image
My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Candle Copy Share Image
Some of us have been thinking and talking too long without doing anything. Poems are perfect; picketing, sometimes, is better. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
O troubled forms, O early love unfortunate and hard, Time has estranged you into a jewel cold and pure — Edna St. Vincent Millay Cold Copy Share Image
We are all ruled in what we do by impulses; and these impulses are so organized that our actions in general serve… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Action Copy Share Image
It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
One things there's no getting by, I've been a wicked girl, Says I... But, if I can't be sorry I might as… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Girl Copy Share Image
The fabric of my faithful love No power shall dim or ravel Whilst I stay here - but oh, my dear, If… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I have loved badly, loved the great Too soon, withdrawn my words too late; And eaten in an echoing hall Alone and… — Edna St. Vincent Millay All alone Copy Share Image
When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost To haunt the scene where… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Flower Copy Share Image
A person who publishes a book willfully appears before the populace with his pants down. If it is a good book nothing… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Book Copy Share Image
“A infância não vai do nascimento até certa idade,e a certa altura a criança está crescida,deixando de lado as coisas de criança.A… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“ To Those Without Pity Cruel of heart, lay down my song. Your reading eyes have done me wrong. Not for you… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
This book, when I am dead, will be A little faint perfume of me. People who knew me well will say, She… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Book Copy Share Image
